To have a cold is quite outrageous;
It’s so sniffly, sneezy and contagious.
Cough and wheeze; stuffed up tight;
Toss and turn though out the night.
Throat is scratchy; hurts to swallow;
Aches and pains are sure to follow.
Doctors say there is no cure;
Its course to run that is for sure.
Grab a tissue, blow my red nose;
Drink lots of liquids; that’s how it goes.
Feeling awful; can hardly breathe;
Wish this nasty cold would leave!
Cough; sneeze, wheeze and blow;
I’m way sicker than you could know!
The wife says I am a great big whiner;
“A cold’s a cold; just something minor.”
But she’s not sick; she doesn’t know;
I’m on deaths bed; and soon I’ll go!
No sympathy from her at all I get;
When I’m gone she’ll soon regret.
Cough, sneeze, wheeze and blow;
I’m much sicker than she could know!
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